Page 107 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

“You didn’t fill in a last name.”

“I didn’thavea last name.”

“Well,nowyou do, since Dusk asked for—” Dusk coughed loudly, and I noticed him shoot a glare at Decebal.

“What did you ask him to do?” I asked.

“You can keep the papers,” Dusk said to Shatter. “And if you figure something out, we can just add them to my safe back at the apartment.”

Decebal frowned. “Dusk, you know it’s risky to just leave them around?—”

“She thinks she can figure something out,” Umbra put in. “Sheshouldlook.”

So, that was that. Shatter gathered the intel up like an omega possessed and got to work.

It was comforting, feeling her determination down the bond. It was enough to distract her. And I would live through her feeling ofdoingsomething.

I’d barely kept up with the conversation.

All I knew was that my pack was sick—still. It was getting worse, and the foul pieces of shit who’d hurt my omega were involved with that, too.

I helped the others put lunch together while she worked, and as afternoon rolled in, Dusk clapped me on the shoulder and nodded toward the games room.

I followed him down the hallway, making sure he could feel me poking at him through the bond. He was still vacant.

Was he upset because he’d bonded her?

It was clear as day that he loved her. God, we all did. She was the only certainty since I’d woken. I mean,sure,it was a dark bond, but Umbra had told me it was the only option.

A technicality.

It just made it easier to keep her safe.

“You’re back… fully?” Dusk asked as he lifted a pool cue from the rack on the wall and tossed it to me. The familiar weight of it in my hands was comforting. Another little piece of reality to remind me that it was over.

“I… yeh.” I thought I was, anyway.

I could see already that he was afraid I might disappear again. But… but I didn’t think I would. Everything was different, now. What she’d done didn’t feel like a temporary fix.

“I haven’t had a chance to slow down since you woke,” he said quietly. “And you’re… okay?”

“No.”

Dusk paused as he pulled the coloured balls from their pockets on the table.

“I thought… I was dead, Dusk,” I said quietly. It wasn’t just that she had brought me back. Every moment I surfaced, even for a second, it was a nightmare. “Until her.”

Our perfect omega.

“I won’t be okay until my pack is. You, Umbra, and her.”

And she was going to save them. I just knew it. She’d been sitting on the living room floor for hours now, commandeering the entire space, having shoved the coffee table, couch, and recliner to the walls. She’d spread Decebal’s intel everywhere, her side of the bond locked down tight for the first time as she frantically read and re-read every page before placing it in its own place on the floor.

She shot Decebal reproachful looks every time he so much as coughed, as if he might come and sweep them all away.

Umbra seemed content to hangout by the kitchen island to watch and feed her. He told me (rather knowingly) that he believed the pieces of paper tilted at the most extreme angles upon the floor were the ones she deemed most important. We couldn’t tell because she hissed like a cat everytime one ofus tried to peek, a furious tide of omega indignance surfacing violently for a second.

I could have watched her all day, too. Shewasmy solace.

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